A 29-year-old freelance writer, Ginny, and her 34-year-old boyfriend, Diego, embrace life as digital nomads in a bustling surf hostel in the Canary Islands. One year into their monogamous relationship, the couple sustains intimacy about six times a week, even while sharing a cramped room with eight backpackers.
They first connected in a hostel during what Ginny describes as a ‘typical holiday fling.’ ‘It was never supposed to be more than a bit of fun, but as the romance went on, it has deepened into the best relationship of my life,’ she shares.
Challenges arise from the hostel’s lively environment—coughs, sneezes, and constant movement disrupt romance. ‘Having sex in a busy room or a bathroom isn’t so bad when you’re young and dumb, but now we’re a year into our relationship,’ Ginny explains. ‘Lovemaking is a lot harder when you’re in a room of eight dirty backpackers — coughing, sneezing, farting. It’s not exactly the recipe for romance.’
Monday
Diego rises early for work but returns for a tender goodbye kiss. Ginny whispers ‘I love you’ softly to avoid waking others. She works from the common area after it opens, then joins Diego for a beach wave check. Poor conditions cancel surfing, so they retreat to the empty room. Draping sheets over their bottom bunk creates a private cave. They prioritize silence and efficiency, exploring creative positions like Ginny lying atop Diego facing upward, leading to quick, intense climaxes. Uninterrupted, they savor the cozy afterglow.
Tuesday
Under the warm Canarian sun, Ginny’s libido surges compared to the UK’s chill. Favorable waves draw them surfing; Diego’s wetsuit accentuates his physique. Post-session endorphins mimic a full-body high. They share a soapy shower ritual, groping playfully before sneaking out separately. Brief room privacy leads to kissing, but repeated interruptions kill the mood. No further intimacy occurs that day.
Wednesday
Hostel drama—jealousy, theft, and visa woes—keeps the couple engaged in community matters. Midweek karaoke night features reggaeton and bachata dancing. They slip away early, too tired for bathroom escapades, opting for bunk cuddles with light touches before sleep.
Thursday
A new guest occupies the bed above, heightening caution. Ginny endures a rough surf session. Later cuddles nearly reach climax, but disturbances frustrate efforts. She peaks amid nerves, feeling guilty afterward, wondering if others noticed.
Friday
Workweek ends; Ginny socializes with new arrivals—surfers, nomads, and winter escapees stunned by their couple setup. Guests question privacy, echoing Ginny’s sentiments. They book a cheap hotel for tomorrow’s escape. Party night brings heavy drinking and beach makeouts en route home.
Saturday
Hangover hits hard after oversized vodka drinks. Beach coffee ritual follows cuddles; the barista’s recognition boosts Ginny’s sense of belonging. Hotel check-in unleashes uninhibited passion—oral pleasures, nudity, and full-volume enjoyment. Evening tapas date caps a perfect night.
Sunday
Waking stretched in Diego’s arms feels luxurious. A slow, eye-gazing session expresses deep love. Returning to the hostel brings warm welcomes, outweighing cramped quirks like midnight calls and restless sleepers. Private rooms tempt but camaraderie and cost deter them. Hotel escapes remain on the horizon, far preferable to dreary UK winters.
